Note: This chapter focuses more on Blaine. Things should balance out in the next one. This chapter was a whole lot of fun to write. And I'm actually shaking a little, you'll see why.

Blaine hums a merry tune as he walks down the pavement. He has to stop himself from skipping home because of how happy he was. He had requested to leave work early so that he could be back home before Kurt to surprise with a nice dinner.

June had given him one of her usual stares when he asked her for permission to leave early.

She sat there silently for a while, and making Blaine squirm in his seat. For a well renowned special agent, you'd think that he would be able to hold his own in uncomfortable situations, but June Dolloway was a special kind of scary.

Finally, she nodded, "alright, I guess you deserve a break too after your last mission went so well."

Blaine preened under her praise, giving her a toothy smile, "Thank you, I'll-"

"But before you go," June interrupted, holding her hand up to cut him off, "you've got a new mission, and this time, it'll be a collaboration with the CIA."

She opened a drawer under her desk and pulled out a manila folder, "Here's the information about the agent you'll be working with."

"Yes, ma'am." Blaine took the folder from her and set it on his lap.

"You'll be meeting him and his boss at their office tomorrow at 9 in the morning. The address is stated inside."June motioned to the folder before placing her hands on the table, "Blaine, you're one of the best agents here, and that's why we chose you for this task. Needless to say, I expect you to be at your best since you will be representing us."

"Understood."

"Alright then, get your ass out of my office." She smirked at him as he grabbed the folder and raced out of his seat yelling out a "thank you!" before he closed the door.

And so here he was, carrying a shopping bag filled with ingredients and wine back home. He could just picture the look on Kurt's face. He always makes the cutest surprised faces ever.

He thought back to the folder sitting in his bag and his smile dimmed for a moment. It wasn't often that he brought documents from work back home, considering how he was hiding the fact that he was a special agent from his husband. Whenever he did, he would have to wait till late at night, after Kurt's gone to bed before he took the documents out to read.

Once again, Blaine ignored the tug of guilt at his heart whenever he mentioned his secret. Maybe I'll read through it before I prepare dinner. Got to remember to keep it before Kurt reaches home.

He spends a lot of time wondering what it would be like if he ever tells Kurt the truth. Would Kurt even speak to him again after he finds out? Would he be angry? Sad? Appalled? Betrayed? Or does he even dare to hope that Kurt would be... proud?

Proud of what he's done, proud of what he's doing?

Proud of him?

…

Blaine shakes off his thoughts and let out a deep sigh. There was no point thinking about it anyway, focus on each day as it comes.

Finally, he reaches the apartment and as he slots in his key, he wonders if he has enough time to bake some garlic bread to go with the fettucine alfredo he's going to cook. Smiling to himself, Blaine walks in and shuts the door. He was so going to to win the husband of the year award. But as he goes to take off his shoes at the shoe rack, he notices that Kurt's shoes were there too.

Was Kurt home? Blaine listens and hears the water running. Must be in the shower then. He let out a childish whine, Kurt being back home was totally throwing a wrench in his plans. Unless... Kurt wanted to surprise him by coming home early?

This time he doesn't stop himself from skipping to the kitchen to put the ingredients he bought on the counter, a goofy grin on his face. He really had the best husband ever. And now he was faced with two options. He could stay in the kitchen and prepare dinner as planned and when Kurt came out they could cook together, or he could jump into the shower with Kurt and surprise him there.

It took him less than a second to decide and he rushes towards the bathroom. He was undoing his bowtie when he heard the water stop running and Blaine could feel himself physically deflate. Why was nothing going his way?

With a pout, he drags his feet back to the kitchen. Well at least he'll still be able to surprise Kurt in the kitchen.

He's halfway through unpacking the ingredients when the door to the bathroom opens and Kurt emerges, in his pyjama pants and old dalton sweater. His eyes were closed as he towelled his hair dry and walking into the direction of the kitchen. Blaine grinned cheekily as he quietly sneaked in front of Kurt and grabbed his torso, tickling him. Kurt let out a loud shriek and Blaine giggled, but what he didn't expect was for Kurt to grab his arm and twist.

"Ow! Ow ow ow ow! Kurt it's me! Holy- Mothafickle! Ouch!"

The grip on his arm loosed and Blaine sagged to the floor, "Blaine, oh my god, are you alright?"

Kurt crouched next to him and checked him over, "Why are you home? Oh god, I'm sorry! I thought that you were some intruder."

"I wanted to surprise you, guess I did a good job." Blaine groaned, stretching his arm and wincing as he shot Kurt a glare.

Kurt chuckled, "C'mon, let's get off the floor."

"Help me up." Blaine pouted at him, making grabby hands at Kurt as he stood up.

Kurt smiled and held out a hand, pulling Blaine up and into a tight hug. "I'm sorry." He whispers, rocking them back and forth.

"It's okay, I'm fine. Where did you learn to do that though?" He asks, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder and hugging back. When he felt Kurt stiffen, he frowned and looked up to see his eyes closed. "Kurt?"

"I need to tell you something."

He had said it so quietly that Blaine was sure that he would have missed it had he not been standing so close.

"Sure, sweetheart, what is it?" Blaine says back, petting at Kurt's still damp hair.

Kurt took a shallow breath, and exhaled shakily, eyes still closed, "I know."

"Know what?" He cocked his head to the side, confused.

Kurt took another breath, eyelids fluttering open as he looked at Blaine with deep blue eyes that always seemed to pierce into his soul and hold him still. "Blaine, I know."

And his world came screeching into a halt.